Solve the riddles along with Minnie and her best friend Frankie and learn Morse Code along the way…
YOU CAN READ THE FIRST CHAPTER HERE…
This is my puzzling party invite!
I handed it out yesterday and all my friends are secretly excited but… I’m not the only one sending out puzzles because this has just arrived in the post.
It is handmade and someone has cut out two pink hearts and glued them together about the edges to make an envelope. And it is totally peculiar because I never get post, except on my my birthday (which is next Monday). But I’m not supposed to save it till then because this is what it says on the back… OPEN TUESDAY!
And very excitingly today is Tuesday! I tear at the envelope and I cannot believe it, but inside is a sheet of tissue and this is what it says:
“Perhaps it’s a secret love letter!” he laughs. “It is heart-shaped after all.”
“And you have to work out who it’s from,” giggles Mum. “I never knew you had an admirer.”
And I immediately blush because I have never had a love letter before, but before I can take another peep Dad looks at his watch and panics, “You only have three minutes to catch the school bus, Minnie!”
And this is no-time-for-reading annoying, and I have to stuff the riddle into my pocket and leg it to the corner of Arthurs Way. I get there three seconds before the bus, but this is perfect because Trevor and Tiffany are waiting too and more than three seconds with the Terrible Ts is definitely too much!
I’ve been desperate to catch the bus for weeks because then I can go to school with Frankie, and now Mum has had to agree as, after zillions of hints, she’s finally making me a new bedroom. She’s got a week off work and wants to decorate it ASAP so it’s out of the way before my birthday. Then she can concentrate on my top-secret party. And all this means she’s HUMUNGOUSLY busy and has no time for morning walks.
Frankie is saving me a seat and it’s my turn to sit by the window because it was her turn yesterday. It’s the best seat because you can huff on the window and write secret messages that disappear until you huff on them again. But right now I have my own secret message burning a hole in my coat pocket, and I’m about to tell Frankie when…
“Are you going to give me another party clue?” she grins.
“Maybe,” I tell her. “But first I need to show you…”
“I can’t wait to see it. Is it purple again?”
“Of course, it’s my favourite colour.” And to keep her happy I sneakily pass her…
“I know,” I tell her, “and you’ll never believe it but…” and I have nearly told her I am getting a DJ when Tiffany Me-Me sits right behind us. This is trying-to-scratch-your-back annoying as I do not want Tiff to overhear. My riddle and party are both secret and me and Frankie have been thinking party thoughts for two weeks and Frankie’s very first thought was DO NOT INVITE TREVOR OR TIFFANY! She’s even made me a best-party list…
“My dad does,” I tell him, fingers still crossed, “He has Brussles sprouts on marmalade on toast.”
And the thought of eating something green is enough to turn Trevor’s stomach and he disappears to the back seats to squeeze in with Abhi and Jasen.
But my bus trip is annoyingly much shorter and we have got to school before I can tell Frankie about my riddle.